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Otro personajillo más y como dije, aunque esta sea una chica, el próximo ya es masculino ^^ (no sé cómo me saldrá ^3^'')
OP --Chew X (Human)Reader -- Harmless (2 / ? )(So I figure the reader is probably 17, going on about 18. Young enough to still mess around and act dumb with friends, but old enough to be interested in Chew. Does that sound reasonable?)
Golden hues paint your eyelids, which you begrudgingly crack open to find rich, creamy yellows lathering your plain oak walls and (f/c) blanket. Stretching big, you sit up and stare at the window. "Blegh, sunshine. Guess I have to get up..." You sigh. "I was having such a nice dream."
Dragging your feet along the floor as though they weigh a thousand tons, you finally just drop to your hands and knees and crawl to the bathroom. You latch onto the sink and pull yourself up, and crank the faucet. Cold water blasts out and you dunk your face in the stream.
"Wahhhhhhhhh!!! Colddddd! Ahhhh!" You screech, pulling your face back out immediately. You're awake now. You often have to do this to yourself in the morning, or you'd never get anything accomplished. You liked to sleep late, and enjoy the afte
(OP) Chew X (Human)Reader--Harmless (3/?)****** A/N----> So the dinner was just a weird invention in my head. I don't know if it would even taste decent...it just happened.
Now, I'm trying something new, and this will recur in future chapters too. If it just says a character's name up top, it will be told from the narrator's POV, focusing on that person. If it says (character's name) POV, it will be told by that character through their eyes.*******
When you arrive, your mother already has dinner started.
"Sorry mom! I was heading home to make some dinner before you got back, but I ended up having a conversation with someone unexpected. Here, I'll finish, you go sit down. I'll bet work was rough today..." You apologize as you come into the kitchen. You take the knife from your mother and finish chopping the daikon radish and leek and slide them into the boiling mixture on the stove.
"Not any more than usual."
"You're such a trooper mom."
"I do what I must. You know, your birthday's in a couple months here...you'll be plenty
There was no one to worry about you in your village, and to the fishmen you didn’t even exist. When they first arrived in your village three years ago you weren’t even home, you’d been traveling for a few days visiting friends on another island. Upon your return you experienced for the first time the people of your village showing concern for you. They begged and pleaded for you to leave and save yourself, and to bring help. Of course you didn’t believe them about the fishmen taking over the village and figured it was something they’d made up to try to get rid of you, again.
After this you were basically dead to them, and they never paid you one more ounce of concern. Then again you didn’t really care. The only reason you stayed in the village was because you’d grown to like the land around it, even if the people were truly unpleasant.
So more often than not you would wake up in the small abandon fishing shack you called home, prepared yourself a bento box for lunch, and wandered down to the beach. It actually surprised you that the fishmen hadn’t noticed your existence once in the past three years. You half expected the people of your village to tell them about you after you refused to leave, but strangely they didn’t. But then you figured they all would probably be killed for not telling the fishmen about you if they told them know.
You’d been on the beach all morning and afternoon and shortly after eating your lunch you decided that a nap was in order. Your empty bento box lay beside you and you stretched out on the cool sand, with your arms folded behind your head as a makeshift pillow. You lay about six feet away from the water and even in your sleep you ached to be closer.
A shadow falls over your face and you crack open an eye.
“What do you think you’re doing here filthy human?” a voice asks.
You open both eyes and see three fish men standing over you. The one in front felt like the leader to you and it took you a moment to recall his name,
“So you must be Arlong, nice to meet you.”
Arlong growls and steps closer, one of his sandals is almost underneath your back,
“Answer my question.”
“I was taking a nap,” you reply.
“We forbid you humans from getting near the water,” one of the other fishmen says.
You shrug, “I must’ve missed that memo.”
“You’ve got some guts to be speaking like that to a superior race,” Arlong scoffs.
“You could say that,” you reply, biting back your initial response.
“You don’t show much concern for your situation, those other humans practically wet themselves,” Arlong says, then he starts laughing.
“That’s understandable,” you reply, “They have a reason to fear you.”
Arlong stops and looks down at you, “And you don’t?”
“They don’t want to die,” you say, “I could care less.”
“You aren’t afraid of death?”
“What reason do I have to fear death? If I die I would be doing the people of my village a favor.”
“None of my men have ever reported you before,” Arlong says.
“I’ve lived in my village for five years Mr. Fishman,” you state, “And your men haven’t noticed me once.”
“So the people of your village hid you from me?” Arlong asks, “Guess we’ll have to make an example out of them.”
You scoff, “That won’t do you any good I’m afraid.”
“And why would that be?”
“Because the people of my village don’t give two shits about me.”
“They’ve silently been begging your men to kill me for three years, and they haven’t noticed me once.”
“I’m surprise. Most of you humans treat each other like family.”
“They don’t like my attitude. I have no respect for authority,” you pause and look up at Arlong, “Not even yours.”
He growls and you stand up, completely unafraid,
“Aren’t we also forbidden from going into the water?”
Without waiting for an answer you charge towards the water and dive right in. Arlong looks after you,
“Stupid human,” and doesn’t hesitate to follow.
The ocean near this stretch of beach gets deep really fast. By time Arlong enters the water he can’t even see you.
“Where the hell did that human go?” he asks.
“Looking for me?” a deep voice asks.
Arlong looks to his left and his eyes widen. This massive blue creature charging towards him and he suddenly thinks he isn’t going to make it out of the way fast enough. And who would think that he was right. Just as Arlong is about to move the blue creature is in front of him, it’s clawed arms wrapping around him and forcing him upwards.
As your body leaves the water you slowly morph back to human form. The momentum you gathered beneath the waves carries you and Arlong back to the beach. He lands on the sand hard and slides a good six feet. When he stops he opens his eyes and sees you on top of him. You have one forearm across his neck and the other is pulled back and your arm has partially morphed to show your sharp fins.
“Oh did I forget to mention I’m not exactly human?” you ask sarcastically, “Whoops.”
Arlong sucks in a deep breath and glances over to his two men, they are shocked and feel like they can’t move. He looks back at you and is surprised to see your eyes don’t look human.
“What the hell are you?” he asks.
You chuckle and grin. Revealing rows of sharp, not human, teeth,
“Haven’t you seen a water dragon before?”
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"Hey! Come on ( )! This is a bad idea! Let's go back!" Marla calls, tugging her hair nervously.
"Quit being scared! They can't get mad at us for playing a harmless game! We pay their money, we watch our loved ones die, and we never complain! All we want is to play a game! The least they can do is let us! Right?" You call back, standing by the shore, back to the water with your hands on your hips. You and your friends had been under Arlong's terror-filled reign for over 3 and a half years now, and you missed one thing more than anything. The water. Before the fishmen came and banned the humans from ever leaving the village and ever getting in the water, you hadn't been able to go swimming everyday like you and your friends used to. "Gold Roger" had been your favorite game, and now you wanted to play again. You couldn't take it anymore and decided today was the day. You were getting in that water no matter what. You were certain it would be ok....you hoped.
'So cold...' The freezing temperature was sucking everything out of you in a very slow and agonizing pace. Tears that came out were mixed into the seawater. 'Sa...ka... sa-...' Darkness then envelops you again.
Finally grabbing her arm, Sakazuki pulls himself and [Name], using the rope that was tied to couple of life buoys, floating above him. 'Almost...' With a last tug, he manages to pull her and his head up above the salty water. Rain like bullets, shooting down from the sky, making it uneasy to see what is around. [Name] was limp in his arms, and was not breathing at all. 'I must hurry!' Not knowing which was closer, he moves for with where the waves were pushing them. His body getting numb from the cold, he continues to move on, and trying to keep [Name]'s head above the waters. Then, something rough grazes his leg, causing the skin to break and bleed. 'Must be near a land...' Using the remaining strength in him, he swam to the island, but then suddenly it became black, looking up to see a huge wave, times the size he is, slams and tumbles them into the depth.
Opening your eyes, you see an extremely unfamiliar ceiling of rocks and mosses, a smell of smoke hit your nose alarming you to wake up. "!" Silently groaning from the pain in your shoulder and leg, you were unable to get up. "Ugh... Where...?" Looking across the place, it was a cave big enough to live in, weed sprouting out from the floors of the caves, the cave entrance was covered with plants which you have no clue on what it is, then beside you there was a small hill of embers. Slowly moving into a sitting posture, you look at the wounds, still bad but was beginning to heal. Sighing in relief, you then hear a rustle from the entrance, stiffening your body, you waited for who or what is coming. Then a person, you never expected appears, Sakazuki, your boss, entering the cave, with things that looked edible in his hands. You could not help staring at him with your mouth wide open. 'Did he save me?' The question, races through your mind. "What are you looking at with an idiotic expression on your face." Raising an eyebrow, he looks back at her. "Uh..." Still dumbfounded you stare at him like an idiot. Ignoring you, Sakazuki, using his magma ability, he relit the ember, adding woods, to it. "... Sir?" You drag your body a little to get closer. "Did you sa-Ugya!" Accidently you touched the hot ashes, burning your fingertips. "You blithering idiot!" Sakazuki scolds, as he takes your hands and pour cold water over it. "I-I am sorry, sir." "I rather have a word of gratitude, than an apology." "... Thank you..." You tilt your head down, face red from embarrassment. Sakazuki just grunts and wraps a cloth around your hand. "Um, so where are we, sir?" Giving an unnatural smile, she looks at him. "... Still in Nevermore Land" Poking thin, sturdy sticks through the gray fishes, he has brought back, and begins to cook them. "... I thought Nevermore Island is an island with nothing in it..." "Yeah, I thought of that also but it seems that the island is split into two parts." Nodding, you realize that your boss is half naked, his fair skin, muscle, tatto– 'UGYA!' Your face was burning red from embarrassment. Silently screaming, you look down from shame and realises that you were in your undergarments. "NNGGYYYIIIIIAAAAAA!" A scream filled the cave. "What the?! [Name]!" Sakazuki stares at you as if you have gone mad. "S-SIR! Did you take off my clothes!?" Wrapping yourself with the coat that was placed on top of you like a blanket, you glared at him furiously. "Well, yeah. I can't have you in wet clothes, there will be a higher possibility of getting cold and when stranded we want to avoid that." You were still blushing, muttering a 'thank you', you turn away to avoid seeing your boss's torso. Your heart was slamming inside your chest. Trying to cool your face, you press your cold hands against it. "[Name]." You flinch to his voice. "Y-Yes?" "Here, eat up" You look at the readily cooked fish, drooling slightly; you reach to take the fish. Biting into it, the taste fills in your mouth. "So good" The words spilled from your lips, as you gobble up the fish in a second. Finishing the fish, your boss tosses the stick into the fire. "[Name?]. When we finish eating, we will head out." You nod in agreement as you chewed on a fruit.
Changed back to your clothes, you sighed in relief, checking that the silk bag is still inside the inner pocket of the jacket. Your boss has already left the cave, scrambling up the slick slope reaching to the entrance. Pushing your whole body out of the cave, you feel a large hand, grabbing the collar of your jacket and tug you out. Stumbled to the ground, you look up to see that the surround was lush green. "Get on to your legs already..." Your boss growls lightly as he nudges you with his foot, and then trudges away. Pouting slightly to his rude way, you got up to your feet and followed him. Even though it is a exuberant surrounding there is no sign of animals, except for insects. You looked around in concern, feeling that there is something wrong. Slightly quickening your pace, you walked up to Sakazuki's side.
Walking around for few hours you were reaching to your limits, panting and straining your muscles to keep up with your boss's pace. Before you spill any complain, Sakazuki spoke. "Only a few metres, keep it up." Clenching your jaws tight, you push your body to move. As your boss has said, you finally reached to an opening, a sandy beach. You feel the gust of cool breeze on your face, tangling your [length] hair. "You can rest here." He says to you as he trudges over to a rock, by a large palm tree and slumps down onto it. Ignoring most of what Sakazuki said, you jump out of your boots and ran over to the waves rolling over to the warm ivory sand, feeling the cool water lapping at your feet, you sigh in relief. The beach was quite pretty, you never seen a pretty beach, even if you did, you never had anytime to look at the place carefully, due to your strict boss. Then you remembered your friends, family and comrades in Head Quarter, making you feel slightly down, wondering if you ever meet them again, just thinking about that made your body feel cold from fear and sadness, bringing you close to tears. You feel a warm object on your head. Looking up to see your boss by your side, his massive hand covering your head. "Cry when we manage to go back." You cannot see his expression for the strong shadow covering his face with the cap, but you felt that he was trying to cheer you up. Feeling his large, warm hand ruffles you head and looking away at the distant horizon. You slightly blushed, for some reason feeling that his actions are quite cute. Beaming a smile, you replied with a big yes, enjoying the warmth his hand.
All of a sudden, following with a loud and sharp sound, you felt a impact go through your side. Clueless of what has happened, you glance down to see the blood, blooming like a crimson flower across your flank. The intense pain then took over the shock, dropping you to your knees, clenching your teeth hard as possible to bare the pain. "[Name]!" Barely able to hear him calling your name, everything wavers around you. 'Not again...' Your body, still recovering from the injuries, could not take anymore damages, become to feel numb and pulling you into an unconscious state, before you black out you felt countless of shadows surrounding you.
Sound of buzzing and murmurs filled around, waking you from sleep. Groaning as the pain and cold bites into your body. 'Huh...?' Realising your arms were tied tightly behind your back. Raising your upper body up to a sitting pose, seeing that you're in a cell, all alone.
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No, it wasn’t the weather, and no, fights against the brave souls who attempt to take down the White Beard Pirates weren’t any more difficult than they usually are.
One word: shenanigans.
Shenanigans, shenanigans, everywhere; no one was ever safe! What used to be April fool’s day, turned into April fools week, and then it escalated into a full thirty days of pranks. Of course, this year, you had planned months in advance to take down the self-proclaimed, “King of Pranks,” Portgas D. Ace.
“Oh, Portgaaaaaas~,” You call out in a sing-song voice. “Where are you?”
“Death from above!” Ace exclaims as he hurls a water balloon at you. It exploded in your face, soaking your shirt, and hair. You brushed the wet hair from your eyes.
“Not cool, Portgas.” You huffed and pouted. “But, I’ve already gotten you back.” You smirked. “Prepare to be overthrown, King of Pranks!” You laugh maniacally, and walk away, leaving a slightly-concerned-about-your-sanity Ace behind you. You make your way to the kitchen with a confident swagger in your step, remembering the advertisements that you had posted at the islands that you had previously stopped at.
“Pterodactyl Scream Contest; loudest and most obnoxious screech will win a HUGE prize! Just call the number written below and screech. No need to say that you’re entering the contest in your entry! Enter from April 1st to April 30th; the winner will be contacted via denden mushi. Bonus points go to whoever calls during the late hours of the night! See below for more details!”
“Hey, (Name), want to try a cookie?” Thatch asked, holding out a platter of pseudo-chocolate chip cookies.
“I’d love to if it wasn’t April. How stupid do you think I am?” You jokingly scolded and poked his chest. “Go offer one to Ace, he never turns down food.”
Thatch laughed heartily. “Why do I have a feeling this is going to end badly?”
“Because it probably will,” You pointed out. “I just hope Ace doesn’t suspend all of the furniture in jello again.” You added with a shudder.
“We all do. I was shitting blue for weeks.” Thatch said.
“Oh, too much information, Thatch,” You groaned and grimaced. “But, anyways; I am going to win this year.” You stated confidently.
“WHAT THE HELL-YOI?!”
You grinned, “see you ‘round, Thatch.” You said with a wave and promptly left the kitchen, walking towards where you heard the first division yell from. Still wet from his shower, he furiously wiped his hair with a towel, failing to get the green dye out of his formerly blond hair.
“Pfft, nice hair, Marco, it’s a great look for you!” You laughed at his now-green hair.
“(Name),” Marco said lowly. “You wouldn’t happen to know who did this, would you-yoi?”
“No,” you lied. “Ask Ace. Last time I saw him he was in the storage room.” Marco stormed off in the direction of said room and you trailed behind him. When the two of you got to the room, he angrily opened the door into the storage room which was currently full of pineapples.
“Ace, get your ass out here-yoi!” Marco commanded, but was met with no response. The citrusy smell invaded your nostrils and you grinned.
“Go, young pineapple!” You shouted and slammed the door and quickly locked it. “Join your brethren!” You ran the hell away from the room.
“Love ya, Marco!~” You called out sweetly; looking back to make sure he wasn’t following you, but you ran into something hard and fell back onto your rear. “Sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” you apologized, and looked up at who you had run into; it was Ace.
“Nice to run into you again, (Name).” Ace smirked, mischief glimmering in his onyx eyes. You stepped out of the way of the second division commander, but he stepped in your path. Left. Right. Left. Right. Right.
“Ace, mooooove!” You whined and tried to escape.
“Oi, Marco! I’ve got (Name)!” Ace yelled and continued to block you from escaping the wrath of a pissed
Your jaw gaped. “Ace, you traitor!” You cried out and desperately tried to get around him. “AARG!” You exclaimed in frustration, you tried to flee once again, but you were picked up by a pair of strong arms. He threw you over his shoulder like a sack of yams. You thrashed your body and squirmed in his grip, but it was to no avail.
You were toast.
And quite possibly, literally.
“I hate you sometimes, Ace.” You muttered angrily and glared daggers at the man, he stuck his tongue out. You twisted your body and flailed some more, but you gave up and went limp over his shoulder. The door was ripped off the hinges and split in two with a loud, “SNAP,” and a very pissed Marco stepped out of the room.
“Hi, Marco,” you greeted meekly “ever heard of the saying, “all is fair in love and war?”
“(Name), that’s not how you hold a hammer-yoi.”
“How should I know, do I look like a shipwright?!” You said exasperatedly and glared up at Marco.
“You don’t.” Marco stated. “You look like a ship-wrong-yoi.”
“Har. Har. Hilarious.” You remarked sarcastically and went back to trying to fix the door that he had broken.
“Hey, Marco, I’m stealing (Name) for a bit.” Thatch said, poking his head into the room. You set down the hammer and got up.
“Freedom!” You shouted and leaped out into the hall way before he could object. “So, why d’ya need me?” You asked curiously.
“Just some help with dinner.” Thatch answered, words laced with mischief.
“I like how you think.”
Dinner soon arrived, and Ace was going to regret what he had done to you earlier. You sat down at a table with two plates of food; one for you, and one for Ace. Minutes passed, and there was still no sign of Ace.
The plan was working.
You smirked as you saw the freckled man dash frantically into the dining room. His face fell into a look of devastation when there appeared to no more food.
“Ace, I grabbed a plate of food for you!” You called out and waved. He looked towards you.
“Thanks, (Name)!” He thanked and swiftly began to devour the food. You tried to hide your grin as black began to ooze out of his mouth.
“You have a little something on your face.” You informed him. Ace wiped his mouth with his hand, causing a long black smear to appear on his hand. He looked at the stain, alarmed at first, but then it dawned on him.
“Dammit, (Name).” Ace said and began to down a glass of water; he immediately spat it out, gagging at the sour taste of vinegar. You guffawed and collapsed onto the floor in an uncontrollable fit of giggles.
“Here, take this,” You managed to say, gasping for air. You handed him a glass of soda, “I didn’t put anything in the drink, I swear-” He begrudgingly accepted the drink.
Aaaany second now…
Soda spewed everywhere, causing bubbles to launch in all directions, and the sweet liquid spilled everywhere.
“HOLY SHIT!” Ace exclaimed, dropping the glass.
“But I did put stuff in the ice!” You added. He glared at you and you fled from the scene, laughing manically as you dashed through the halls. You heard fast footsteps following you and you dashed around as many corners as possible. Looking over your shoulder, you didn't see anyone following you. You slowed down your pace to a brisk walk, keeping your ears and eyes peeled. You walked around the corner and came face to face with Ace.
“(Name).” Ace said in a tone far too pleasant to mean anything good.
You gulped. “H-hi Ace.”
You were met with a devilish smirk that sent shivers up your spine. You backed up away from him, but ended up backing up into a wall. Your eyes darted left, then right; but there was no escape. Your eyes locked, and you felt as if your heart would beat out of your chest. He slammed his hand next to your head, causing you to jump. He closed the distance between the two of you and his lips met yours, you felt your face immediately heat up into a dark shade of crimson and warmth spread throughout your body. Your eyes widened as he pulled you closer. Ace sharply poked your waist, you squeaked in surprise as his tongue slithered into your mouth. You immediately tasted the signature bitter taste of… Icing dye?
Oh, wait a second.
You pulled away, a trail of darkened saliva bridged in between your lips. You pouted and wiped the spit from your lips, a blush still dusted on your cheeks.
“Really?” You huffed, he let go of you.
“Just thought I’d return the favor,” Ace said with a toothy grin. His teeth were still stained black. You stuck your tongue out and giggled, “truce for the rest of the day?” Ace thought for a moment.
“Truce,” He agreed.
“But, I’m still going to get you back for that.”
The sun rose; signaling the start of another new day, and you sleepily ambled through the halls, yawning every so often. You heard loud murmuring coming from the deck; you opened the door, and began to process what you were seeing.
“How on earth?” You breathed. “Whoever did this is truly a genius. How did they even do it? Is it even possible to do this so quickly?” You asked and fiddled with a sticky note.
That’s right; a sticky note.
Someone or some people covered the entire Moby Dick in sticky notes, leaving everyone baffled about how the hell they did it without anyone noticing and how they were able to hide such a large amount of sticky notes. But everyone deemed that this prank was worthy of a name.
“Moby Sticky?” You asked, tilting your head to the side.
“Moby Note?” Ace suggested.
“Sticky Moby?” Marco questioned. “What other options is ther-“
“Sticky Dick!” Thatch exclaimed far more enthusiastically than he should have, earning weird glances from all who had heard him.
“Yeah, that sounded weird.” Thatch remarked.
You facepalmed. “No kidding.”
“So… how are we going to clean this up?” Ace asked.
“We can wait for the wind to blow them away,” You suggested, you could still taste the flavor of the icing dye. “I’m gonna go see if I can brush the black out of my teeth and take a shower. See you guys at breakfast.” You waved and walked down to the washroom, shut the door behind you, took off your clothes, and started a shower. Much to your surprise, it went off without a hitch. No pranks. Nothing. You suspiciously poked your head out from behind the curtain. Your clothes were arranged differently than how you remember them being laid out. A small slip of paper was on top of your shirt. It said:
“Enjoy the itching powder.
Also I hope you won’t miss your (color) bra.
Because I took it.
“The King of Pranks will never fall!” He called out from outside of the washroom.
Oh… This is war.
And you knew just what to do.
You reluctantly put on your clothes and immediately started to feel itchy. You stepped out into the hallway and prayed that you wouldn’t run into anyone. Luckily, you didn’t and you went into your room to go change into a different pair of clothes and grab another bra. You stormed out of your room and made your way to the kitchen, itching yourself the whole way there.
“Thatch! I'm borrowing your hairspray!” You said grumpily. “I need revenge, and it involves Ace’s pants, a shit-ton of hairspray, seawater, and some oil.”
You tiptoed into Ace’s room. He snored loudly and had managed to kick off the covers in his sleep. You grinned deviously and dabbed a substance onto his pants. He stopped snoring and rolled over in his sleep and you flinched and stepped back. Seconds later, he resumed his chainsaw-like snoring.
Buru buru buru buru buru…
Buru buru buru buru buru…
You grimaced and frantically looked around for a place to hide, but there weren’t any good spots. You winced and plugged your ears.
Your heart beat at a million miles per hour. You couldn't mess this up; it was gold material, after all! He began to snore again and you quietly sighed in relief and finished coating enough of his pants in the oil and hairspray mixture. You put a note in his drawer that said:
“Perhaps I put itching powder in your pants. Wanna find out? Love ya! –(Name)”
You softly strode out of his room and silently closed his door. You smirked deviously. “Perfect.” You whispered.
“All hands on deck! Marines!”
You sprinted to the deck and threw open the door.
“There’s no need, (Name).” Marco said. “Ace’s got it covered-yoi.”
“’kay!” You chimed and speed walked over to the edge of the boat.
“HIKEN!” He announced as he sent a flaming fist at some marines; failing to notice the flame that had started on the seat of his pants.
You had just done the impossible task:
You just set Fire Fist Ace on fire.
“WHAT THE FUCK?” Exclaimed, trying to extinguish the flames, but only getting burned instead.
“Do you feel the burn, Ace?” You asked slyly.
“Hey, no need to get so hot-headed.”
“HOLY SHIT! PUT IT OUT!”
“You’re lookin’ smokin’ today, Portgas!” You chuckled. “Marco, Ace needs help~” You called out to the phoenix.
“I’m sure he’s doing fine-yoi.” Marco commented.
“He’s on fire.”
“Why can’t I- OW!”
You turned your head; Thatch had an empty bucket in his hands. But, you didn’t bother to look back. You knew exactly what was happening due to the horrified gasps of the marines.
Ace was fully naked…
Well this certainly wasn’t part of your plan… Ah well.
“The King of Pranks has been overthrown!” You declared triumphantly and cackled.
“Hey, (Name),” Thatch snickered. “Check out the headlines.” He said and handed you the paper. Your jaw gaped as you read it.
“Portgas D. Ace Goes Streaking on a Marine Vessel: First the shirt, now the pants, what the hell is he thinking?”
You sat silent for a few moments, your face slowly contorted into a grin, and then you laughed uncontrollably. Tears formed at the brim of your eyes and you dropped the paper and clutched your stomach and began rolling on the ground.
“H-holy shit!” You said in between breaths. You picked up the paper and stood up, wiping the tears from your eyes. “I-I don’t care if it kills me, I have to show this to him.” You giggled and began to skip down the hall down to the freckled boy’s room.
“Hey, Ace.” You said, peeking your head into the room, trying to stifle your laughter. He looked up from the bed where he was laying down. “Your bounty increased by a few million beris. Bet you can’t guess what for.” Ace raised his eyebrows in interest and you showed him the newspaper. “Exhibitionism!”
“Ah ah ah, it’s (Name) (Last Name), Queen of Pranks.”
“I hate you.”
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